Drugs and the drug world are incapable of supporting Welsh's ambitions, hence his need to create ever more desperate and implausible horror scenarios, inflating this currency and devaluing its impact. Too many shortcuts are taken and his writing is now seriously repetitious (although this is perhaps an honest portrayal of drug culture). There is an element of voyeuristic fascination in many of Welsh's more hysterical admirers, for whom he chronicles a world of which they have no experience and (sensibly) little intention of experiencing.
Welsh's media acolytes are fond of quoting Oscar Wilde: "There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book, only good or bad writing" - But Chris Maume was right to blow the gaff on Irvine Welsh and to point out that his writing has impressive but also appalling elements. The ham- fisted attempts to provide a credible context for the vivid drugs, violence, sex set pieces at which he excels, show that he lacks the courage of his vaunted "amoral" convictions. Look at how post-traumatic guilt affects the murderers and gang rapists in The Acid House and Marabou Stork Nightmares and see the anarchic one spectacularly pulling his punches. …